I have been lurking on this board for a while now, and (whisper it) on QOL, and have finally decided that I like you guys more - much too WIERD on the other side, too many polls and stuff, much funnier here :-)

I'm not going to ask any stupid questions about dead singers or sparrow legged drummers, or charles II fright wigs or even about lapdance loving retirees.

There is the outside possibility that you are the lovely person who cycled 5 miles (on a racing bike!!) to get my ticket for me in the pouring rain, and who then arranged all the arrangements to get me there, in a minibus with several other sixth form friends, and who was most upset to find that after all that effort I went off and got off with his taller, better looking best mate...

Or maybe you are the best mate...

I was wearing a white t-shirt, which I took off and replaced with my brand new magic tour t-shirt while 71, 999 people looked the other way.

Aha. Now I remember you. Sorry I doubted you but we get a lot of charlatans around here and I just wanted to make sure. If my memory serves, you actually spoke to me at the concert. I can't remember the exact words but it was along the lines of 'Sit down you fat bastard, I can't see a fucking thing!' I wouldn't have minded but I was sitting twelve rows in front of you. Anyway, nice to see you again.